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Making the Best of It

PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio

Alissa unlocked their apartment door, tears stinging her eyes. Stupid car. Goodbye anniversary dinner; a grocery trip was out of the question. 

She stared at her sparse ingredients. 

Ohhh! Lentil bread? Lentils, cottage cheese, baking soda. Doable. And that onion soup mix…with risotto…yes. She dislodged a chicken breast from the freezer and began to cook.

“I figured we’d have to eat out!” Russ’s booming voice an hour later startled her. He gaped at the china and candles.

Alissa laughed. “Out might be good…” 

“No way.” He kissed her. “You’re miraculous. And food made with love is best. Always.”

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Washed Away

This piece was inspired by someone I know who recently lost a loved one. The story is totally different, but one of the lines is hers.

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

Washed Away

It wasn’t like this. The view was the same but it wasn’t empty. He was here. He ran down the beach and filled the space with dreams. He kissed my cheek, “Don’t worry, Mom. I’m not little anymore. Relax.” 

I see him everywhere, though he isn’t. I hear him breathe, though he can’t. I catch whiffs of his sunscreen. I wish his swim trunks left water pools across the bathroom floor—the way I hated.

I should go home, but I can’t abandon him. I can’t go. Or stay.

If I walk into the water, will it take me too?

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Everything Old…

PHOTO PROMPT © Lori Wilson

The door chimed, and before Dottie looked up from arranging old cookbooks, a shrill voice filled her antique shop.

“You’re rebranding? It’s bad enough you didn’t sell when Dad died.”

“Good morning to you, too.”

Francine rolled her eyes. “You’re aging. You won’t find anyone to help you—.”

“This community is growing. People are moving back.” 

“Really?” Francine crossed her arms.

A figure stepped from behind a display. “Really.”

“Mercy?” Francine’s voice cracked.

Mercy smiled and rubbed her round belly. “It’s a great place to raise kids, Mom. Matt’s working downtown and online antique sales are hopping. We love Elmsdale.”

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Identity Crisis

PHOTO PROMPT © Mr. Binks

Your ancestor was celebrated across history for it. Come on, Champ, it’s in your blood. 

Storm: Ending. Sun: Low on horizon. It’s rainbow time. 

You’ll fly over, select the perfect branch. The grand gesture will blow her away.

With rustling wings and a solid thud, Breezie landed beside him. “Haven’t extend that olive brach to Sunrise yet?”

Champ twisted his neck back and forth mournfully.

Breezie smoothed a feather. “Just tell her your own way: Things are gonna be alright.” She flapped her wings and took flight. “FYI,” she cawed over her shoulder, “you’re a seagull, not a dove.”

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Switching Tactics

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“We almost there, Mom?” Teddy asked again.

“What do you think?”

“Maybe…if we’re about to enter a PORTAL that’ll drop us off in grandpa’s backyard!” Teddy pressed his nose against the window. “Look at those clouds! Bet you could hop across them, like stepping stones in a stream! ‘Course, that’d make us the METAL-PLATED fish, swimming around. Do you think there are little cars driving FISH around like submarines in the ocean!?!”

“Where’s your Switch?”

“Away.”

“You’ve got one more hour.” 

“Really?!?”

Mom sighed. “Let’s think of it as career training.”

“What for?”

“Your future as a game designer.”

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Filled with Less

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

It was windy the morning when Ellie realized she might not belong there anymore. Her mind wandered, like footprints across an empty beach. She stared inward, losing track of what—if anything—her actual eyes saw. 

“Don’t hem and haw,” Carl had warned. “Fans won’t wait!” But it only made her burrow deeper. What’s the use of a life if you can’t take time to ponder it? Everyone wants more, the next flashy thing, but what’s wrong with being content? Not content. Not anymore. Content. 

Content with waves, wind, long empty stretches of sand—and thoughts. The joy of less.

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The Distant Truth

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

Mya understood why people grew distant; she’d done the same. She said it was a need for space, but it was the opposite: A need for love, woven with an apprehension of who would try to give it. 

Some people’s love was off limits, no matter the trying. Some people’s love was more damaging than slogging through alone. Some people were more damaged than her, and even if they wanted to love, their account was empty. 

It was dangerous—diving into a relationship—like drinking from a radioactive pitcher. Satisfying in the moment, but over time? She’d wish she hadn’t. 

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Goodbye

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

Goodbye

Sierra waited until her mother’s back spun into view. Then she swallowed hard and ventured cautiously, “Will we ever come back?” 

Mama’s shoulders froze, then drooped. She’d been whirling around all morning, like the wooden top Sierra had lovingly packed in a box labeled Knickknacks, but now Mama pivoted slowly, wobbling slightly.

“Here’s hoping! We never know, do we?”

Sierra stared at her, trying to decipher the message beneath the stubborn optimism in her mother’s eyes. Finally, Mama sighed, sank to the floor, and clasped her legs to her chest. “I doubt it.”

“It’s okay, Mama. That’s what I thought.”

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Sign Language

I admit it! I wasted way too much time writing this—all the words in today’s story are taken from the signs in the photo (hence a few creative word spellings)—but I adore this barn and had fun combing through the old signs. So, if the signs could speak to a lost driver, using only the words this have at their disposal, what would they say? Maybe something like this…

Prattsville Tavern? Your a visitor. Of course…Musta got lost.

You are here, a dead end. One way to Prattsville is…take a big right below Community Reformed Church. Road closed—caution in detour zone—and turn left at Palazzo’s.

Hall your pick-up truck north—6 miles. This area is under live fire. Keep out. Official business only: Hunters. Do not stop and waste your Sunday. 

Cross east. Do not enter De Wolf Farm—off limits to your big truck—your not allowed at any time. 

Turn right on Daken Trail. Entrance to Prattsville Tavern is in this area. 

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Still, Alive

We stand, looking up. The glass display is motionless, but it feels alive with whispers of hidden stories and memories. Like mine.

I’m a child, standing on the jungle’s edge in ankle-deep Amazon river water. The vicious sun bites our shoulders, and our feet seek refuge in the wet sand as schools of minnows swarm about. Into the water, we lower emptied florescent tube lightbulbs with farofa—yellow-brown like the Chihuly—collected in the unbroken end as bait. Soon the bulbs teem with the tiny fish. Dinner…

“Thoughts?”

“Extraordinary.” I muse. “It speaks a language I haven’t heard in ages.”

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